tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586Sat, 26 Nov 2016 11:22:52 +0000politicsOn the SoapboxweatherFoodthoughtsHowarddeathfatherflowersgreedhorsesrainspringtea partythinksAndrew Wyeth Helga PicturesElsa Lanchaster Bride Of FrankensteinEmmitHedy LamarrHouseworkMNMacMoodOff the SoapboxOn the Soapbox Johnny Depp Edward ScissorhandsPinkPoetryQueenReligion Based TopicRosalind Russell Beulah BondiSylvia PlathThe Scream Edvard MunchThe Thinker August Rodenalternative energycaterpillarsevilexecutivesfallgriefinterviewlightmemoriesmoral consciencemotherobservationsphotosplantsraptorsnowsunflowerswhineworkTHIS & THATGLIMPSES OF LIFE AT WORLDS END FARM.http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Sandra)Blogger833125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-3809259844852751296Fri, 23 May 2014 14:13:00 +00002014-05-23T09:13:52.097-05:00TBT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A look back in time; me on my old boy, Knee-High. This is probably 1972. He was really the best horse, ever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTG91W7t39A/U39XFHRr4GI/AAAAAAAADnY/GSFOvi2leWE/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTG91W7t39A/U39XFHRr4GI/AAAAAAAADnY/GSFOvi2leWE/s1600/Image.jpg" height="628" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/05/tbt.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-4129641381195295847Wed, 14 May 2014 20:26:00 +00002014-05-14T15:26:44.406-05:00On a Lighter Note…….<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grace and Howard love to sing. They know how to make me laugh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a345ee650a408ab4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=https://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da345ee650a408ab4%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26requiressl%3Dyes%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsecure_transport%3Dyes%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%3Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1483486121%26sparams%3Dip,ipbits,expire,id,itag,source,requiressl%26signature%3D1548B71CC992D29D335F91A150F32CD3D6D328B9.49C09ED0E3497013915BD4C154B4FE1F238CDF91%26key%3Dck2&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da345ee650a408ab4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTusPsUwbcK0FINPkdGhCogL5wg0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="flvurl=https://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da345ee650a408ab4%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26requiressl%3Dyes%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsecure_transport%3Dyes%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%3Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1483486121%26sparams%3Dip,ipbits,expire,id,itag,source,requiressl%26signature%3D1548B71CC992D29D335F91A150F32CD3D6D328B9.49C09ED0E3497013915BD4C154B4FE1F238CDF91%26key%3Dck2&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da345ee650a408ab4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTusPsUwbcK0FINPkdGhCogL5wg0&autoplay=0&ps=blogger" allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/05/on-lighter-note.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-6824138289250945990Tue, 13 May 2014 18:52:00 +00002014-05-13T13:53:24.607-05:00Arbitrary <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pieces of my heart are scattered.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v336/worldsendfarm/worldsendfarm_61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v336/worldsendfarm/worldsendfarm_61.jpg" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ari died an unexpected and violent death on Saturday, May 10.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v336/worldsendfarm/SecretIvy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v336/worldsendfarm/SecretIvy.jpg" height="317" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Secret needed to be euthanized on Monday, May 12. She had a recurring infection, lymphangitis, which flared up again, with a vengeance. She was considered a poor candidate for further treatment and humanely put down. She and Ari were the same age and both very good horses who left us too soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They are buried together in the gelding pasture.&nbsp;</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/05/arbitrary.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-2126884966544940408Sun, 11 May 2014 14:07:00 +00002014-05-11T09:07:00.396-05:00Sorrow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rest in Peace, Ari</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx-Zw55j1QI/Tns5tnCOd3I/AAAAAAAADh0/WAIKZMrC190/s1600/43_mhtfun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx-Zw55j1QI/Tns5tnCOd3I/AAAAAAAADh0/WAIKZMrC190/s1600/43_mhtfun.jpg" height="636" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WF Airs Above Ground</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">March 1997 - May 2014</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There are no words to express my grief over my beloved Ari releasing his spirit to the universe. I am gut-punched.</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/05/sorrow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-2802479360268939338Fri, 02 May 2014 16:43:00 +00002014-05-02T13:21:38.540-05:00This, That & Some-of-the-Other Thing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, I'm attempting the embarkment on the blog journey, again, while I am still a little mole holed up in the wet and dreary state of springtime Minnesota. It is hard to find interest in anything, much less express it in words, when my world consists of several acres of mud.<br /><br />I suppose I will give a brief update of life. Howard and Grace, my beloved dogs, are with us and doing well. Grace is elderly and her hips aren't the best, but she is still full of vinegar. Howard is as sweet and spoiled as ever and continues to be a bright spot in my life. Grace doesn't agree with me!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqL4KJXIio4/U2PKtJVwyvI/AAAAAAAADnE/G0PhqxGR_p4/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WqL4KJXIio4/U2PKtJVwyvI/AAAAAAAADnE/G0PhqxGR_p4/s1600/Image.jpg" height="400" width="396" /></a></div>I have had a few horses die over the past couple of years. When you have horses for a long time, you end up with old horses and nature will have her way. The horses continue their life of ease, with little concern for their human caregivers efforts. Which is the good and proper way of being a horse, as we know.<br /><br />I have lost thirty pounds, with another fifty to lose. It's a long and slow process, but this is really the only way for me to have longterm positive results. It is amazing so much weight has resided on such a small person, but it has done so. I put two miles on my treadmill daily and get a total of about five miles per day all together. FitBit is a wonderful tool for someone like me who needs to see it in black and white. I have bought some new barn clothes and have tossed the ratty stuff I have been wearing over the past few years. It occurred to me that one likely will feel as one looks, and I looked and felt like hell. My new self-talk has become something like "You don't look too bad for an old dame!" This is so much better when I hear it in my head, better than some of the other things I would say to myself.<br /><br />My mother is still alive and well, living in the house I grew up in, in St. Paul. She has two dogs and a naughty orange cat named Murphy. She maintains her house, drives and otherwise manages a normal life.<br /><br />Mark has really proven to be the right choice when I had to make a decision if I would or would not marry this man almost thirty-three years ago. He has been a rock during my mental and physical disaster, keeping everything operating while I was not operating. It is a lot to do under any circumstance, but he had to do that as well as maintain his business. I did make a proper choice in him.<br /><br />There is much to do, lots of catchup and cleanup, I am ready.<br /><br />This is all the news fit to print. Embrace your life, dear ones. Embrace your dear ones, as well.</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/05/this-that-some-of-other-thing.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-5911210842894256456Tue, 29 Apr 2014 16:42:00 +00002014-04-29T12:59:16.165-05:00Through the Mist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I have been on a long and difficult journey the past few years. I withdrew from society, both physical and web, while I struggled to come to terms with who I had become. I had a serious head injury almost three and a half years ago and became someone else, someone I didn't recognize and definitely didn't much care for. My strong, confident, sardonic self was replaced by a tentative, ill and unhappy shell of a former personage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I gained a massive amount of weight, lost interest in my horses, my gardens, my life. Dearest husband did not know what to do with me, so he compensated for my disappearance with heroic efforts at holding our life together while he struggled with my disassociation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I have been through medical treatment and did get somewhat better over the past year, but fatigue and chronic pain persisted in swallowing me whole. In desperation, I sought help from an MD who in recent years went back to school, learning holistic and alternative methods of health treatment. She was twenty-five years an internist with a traditional practice. It was the best decision I have made in recent history.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">After extensive blood testing, what should have been obvious to an MD who cared, I am diagnosed Insulin Resistant and have been for several years. Ta Da! I still have residual effects from the head injury and always will, but getting the inflammation caused by over-production of insulin under control, retraining my cells to accept the sugar which gives us our fuel, has changed my life as I had come to know it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FwJPL1VSZQ/U1_Nt0PQR0I/AAAAAAAADm0/PvfDUkgQ7oU/s1600/Image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FwJPL1VSZQ/U1_Nt0PQR0I/AAAAAAAADm0/PvfDUkgQ7oU/s1600/Image.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Myself is coming back, a little battered and worse for wear, but me all the same. I'm not as quick witted and definitely not as full of surety, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. I got myself into trouble more than once with my certainty.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I laugh. I didn't realize how much I missed laughter. Last evening Mark told me when he first met me I was like a magnet. He said I glowed, I had an aura impossible to avoid. He told me he had never met anyone so happy and full of life (mischief!).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life, worries, illness, accident all conspire to take the glow away from us. I let it. This young woman, this me of thirty-five years ago is the glowing person Mark spoke of. I had every reason not to smile; divorced from an addict, the mother of a toddler, struggling to support us while trying to get an education, what did I have to smile about? The future and all I felt it held.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, again I smile and look forward to the future and all I hope it has in store for me and mine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Welcome back, Sandra. I have missed you.</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/04/i-have-been-on-long-and-difficult.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-7881979907827077068Wed, 01 Jan 2014 20:04:00 +00002014-01-01T14:04:45.330-06:00Happy New Year<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Should auld acquaint….awww, forgetaboutit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy5SVeDQDw4/UsRzUnP4TaI/AAAAAAAADmM/1J3a7mAKGp0/s1600/1536644_10202251162334318_486460576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy5SVeDQDw4/UsRzUnP4TaI/AAAAAAAADmM/1J3a7mAKGp0/s640/1536644_10202251162334318_486460576_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy 2014</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2014/01/happy-new-year.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-534089457761871645Wed, 29 May 2013 19:29:00 +00002013-05-29T14:29:41.346-05:00Lemonade Out of Lemons.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Simply making the best of a bad situation. The freeze/thaw cycle was too much for this cement pot, so it crumbled into a useless heap. Not to be deterred, voila!; I made it pretty and useful once more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeVyF43mV_k/UaZWQivo_eI/AAAAAAAADkc/UMWBubQv-E4/s1600/IMG_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeVyF43mV_k/UaZWQivo_eI/AAAAAAAADkc/UMWBubQv-E4/s640/IMG_0033.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2013/05/lemonade-out-of-lemons.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-2339080654534048336Thu, 23 May 2013 15:03:00 +00002013-05-23T10:03:07.894-05:00And What to My Wondering Eyes Should Appear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No tiny old man and eight flying reindeer. Something more fantastical than that; the sun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_a6KDAkw3FI/UZ4qV11TW7I/AAAAAAAADkM/WqH3BBtsaKI/s1600/IMG_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_a6KDAkw3FI/UZ4qV11TW7I/AAAAAAAADkM/WqH3BBtsaKI/s640/IMG_0026.jpg" width="478" /></a></div>Howard is seriously contemplating the work facing me on this porch floor. I bought some floor paint this time, so hopefully it won't peel off.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKPWHPnhz4A/UZ4qLoXqHGI/AAAAAAAADkE/2-ScgO4hSYM/s1600/IMG_0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKPWHPnhz4A/UZ4qLoXqHGI/AAAAAAAADkE/2-ScgO4hSYM/s640/IMG_0027.jpg" width="478" /></a></div>It's only 43 degrees F, but the sun has made an appearance and this makes all things right again.&nbsp;</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2013/05/and-what-to-my-wondering-eyes-should.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-3755661532214929313Tue, 21 May 2013 14:13:00 +00002013-05-21T09:13:44.813-05:00How Does Your Garden Grow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emerald green and overgrown, that is how my garden grows.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGis1q6mGcI/UZt6i9GKovI/AAAAAAAADj0/OnMYVyRfWrw/s1600/IMG_3748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGis1q6mGcI/UZt6i9GKovI/AAAAAAAADj0/OnMYVyRfWrw/s640/IMG_3748.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are stuck in a low pressure system, which means it rains a lot. The green outside the window is so vibrant it looks like a bad editing job.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will mention the devastation in Moore, Oklahoma. It is difficult to comprehend something like this, my mind doesn't grasp it. So, I feel a heaviness in my soul and I look out at an unreal green as I go to the quiet place in my humanity which allows me to carry on in the face of so much sorrow. May the people of Moore find their way, which is beyond my imagination how.</div><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2013/05/how-does-your-garden-grow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-2614705563079608496Mon, 20 May 2013 15:49:00 +00002013-05-20T15:31:34.040-05:00Sogged<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wToZngmx0E/UZpEXhIqabI/AAAAAAAADjU/e9n-gNm4RD8/s1600/IMG_3747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wToZngmx0E/UZpEXhIqabI/AAAAAAAADjU/e9n-gNm4RD8/s640/IMG_3747.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>I am doing practice runs to see if I will be able to manage the focus needed to maintain a blog once again. I've made numerous attempts in the past, without succeeding, so I really cannot say.<br /><br />We are saturated. The rain is welcome, but all at once? I must shush myself, we have had a couple of years of drought; rain is good.<br /><br />I am off to buy my plantings, with high hopes for this growing season, short as it is. Goodday to all.</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2013/05/sogged.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-7996383966140849492Sun, 19 May 2013 19:11:00 +00002013-05-19T15:08:16.859-05:00Storms, Snores & Sundry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Time flies, whether you are having fun or not. I am surprised to see it has been six months since I last looked in here. I don't know what I've been doing but I must be occupied with something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got through winter by the second week of May, we stepped right into summer and have now arrived at monsoon season. All in three weeks time, gotta love Minnesota. Otherwise, it's insanity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Howard is still Howard. My little stub muffin. Grace is her elusive self, a little stiff in the hips, but still camera shy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQwcFDJ3tyo/UZkXKjs80lI/AAAAAAAADiY/9dxCaaPdqqw/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQwcFDJ3tyo/UZkXKjs80lI/AAAAAAAADiY/9dxCaaPdqqw/s640/IMG_0007.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Different scenery, same action; Howard is a sleeping machine. I bought a treadmill last fall, so Howie isn't the only machine in the room. I actually use the thing, imagine that!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3zGIOinZKM/UZkXZQsO8QI/AAAAAAAADig/HYLnIr1MHPE/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="596" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i3zGIOinZKM/UZkXZQsO8QI/AAAAAAAADig/HYLnIr1MHPE/s640/IMG_0010.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">This handsome fellow showed up at my barn in the late winter. It seems he was someone's pet which became a grown tom. I suppose the cost of neutering was too great so he was turned loose in the country. Lucky for him he moved into my hayloft because he is too friendly to make it outside. I got him neutered and gave him to my mother. As you can see, he is living large in St. Paul.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDrovttdmKs/UZkXeb-FhoI/AAAAAAAADio/F2UYFjR7-Ss/s1600/IMG_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDrovttdmKs/UZkXeb-FhoI/AAAAAAAADio/F2UYFjR7-Ss/s640/IMG_0016.jpg" width="476" /></a></div>He is now Murph, Kate's yellow kitty, living the safe and happy life, enjoying sardines and beef liver. He hardly misses mouse in his diet at all.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F78htBJ9jrc/UZkXypoZsJI/AAAAAAAADiw/5S2UZtg2UIo/s1600/IMG_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F78htBJ9jrc/UZkXypoZsJI/AAAAAAAADiw/5S2UZtg2UIo/s640/IMG_0017.jpg" width="476" /></a></div>Mother's German Shepherd died suddenly in December. She was distraught and alone, until I found sweet Emma for her. Emma is a German Shepherd/Corgi mix and really the nicest dog imaginable. She and Murphy took to one another immediately and are fast friends. My mother still misses the other dog and I am sorry for her grief, but now people can visit her.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NmMzm0Jo-HM/UZkYbdnc3yI/AAAAAAAADjE/edQea40H-eE/s1600/IMG_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NmMzm0Jo-HM/UZkYbdnc3yI/AAAAAAAADjE/edQea40H-eE/s640/IMG_0020.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We are going to have another storm this evening, the entire state is under tornado warning, the horses have been stuck in the barn for a couple of days with a few more likely. From statewide drought to statewide saturation, I'm not going to complain, not yet.<br /><br />I guess this is all the news fit to print. Time to batten the hatches, weather the storm and hope I don't end up in Oz.&nbsp;</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2013/05/storms-snores-sundry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-65037820337658345Fri, 30 Nov 2012 04:59:00 +00002012-11-29T23:02:19.964-06:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCZfZN0UVSs/ULg5Of-oGcI/AAAAAAAADhM/Cf0jiDwhpZ0/s1600/afternoondesertshadows-493715_14217_600x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCZfZN0UVSs/ULg5Of-oGcI/AAAAAAAADhM/Cf0jiDwhpZ0/s400/afternoondesertshadows-493715_14217_600x450.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo by Sam Abell</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div>Hello blog. I see you are still here, an image, an idea, caught in the eternal grasp of cyberspace. I thought I would drop in for a look-see, wondering if there is dust on the furniture and cobwebs in the corners. I almost believe someone has been stopping by to dust, keeping things clean while I linger elsewhere.<br /><br />I feel a nostalgia for the time spent here, earnestly composing thoughts, feelings and random nothings. Enjoying the release and relief you gave me when I needed it. Wandering the pages of my fellow scribblers was a welcome diversion from the life.<br /><br />I lost it somehow. Poof.........gone! It started slowly, the attraction fading, the words drying and falling from my brain, parched and dusty; sawdust of the mind. One day, we simply parted, whispering we would get together again sometime soon, knowing the truth beneath the promise was, no.<br /><br />I found a new place, an easy diversion: Facebook. Please, dear blog, do not judge me harshly. Once &nbsp;words poured through my fingertips and traveling the sphere of ideas and intellect through the click of a mouse was a pleasing adventure. After a time it became an impossible journey. When your mind becomes as dry as the Gobi the only thing to do is status updates.<br /><br />I'm glad I stopped in for a visit. Perhaps we can do it again sometime, sometime when drought will cease and thought sprouts like the dandelions in my lawn. Catch you later, gator.<br /><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/11/photo-by-sam-abell-hello-blog.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-1050638884628738410Mon, 18 Jun 2012 15:16:00 +00002012-06-18T10:16:41.167-05:00Metaphorically Speaking?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV59GS02mIo/T99GGtDPBRI/AAAAAAAADg4/KfZGqYA121s/s1600/IMG_3458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SV59GS02mIo/T99GGtDPBRI/AAAAAAAADg4/KfZGqYA121s/s640/IMG_3458.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the onion drawer too long.</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/06/metaphorically-speaking.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-6542650478582831053Fri, 15 Jun 2012 18:48:00 +00002012-06-15T13:48:06.525-05:00Something for Everyone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.&nbsp;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>~ </i>Yogi Berra</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZgogTS6Ze8/T9t9LqAHKQI/AAAAAAAADgo/O23zW0Mv9wA/s1600/IMG_3446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZgogTS6Ze8/T9t9LqAHKQI/AAAAAAAADgo/O23zW0Mv9wA/s640/IMG_3446.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday, the end of humankind, today tacos and Berra, served up on a blog. Lunch was good, the ground is saturated and I will do almost anything to avoid cleaning the house. That's all the news fit to print.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now we all know why I retired the blog. : )</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/06/something-for-everyone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-5462504512617167261Thu, 14 Jun 2012 19:27:00 +00002012-06-14T14:27:59.014-05:00Stuff & Such<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>The earth laughs in flowers ~</i>&nbsp;Ralph Waldo Emerson</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZOaBX2G8EQ/T9jzoJkV5hI/AAAAAAAADgc/eQb3VpRt0Dc/s1600/IMG_3364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZOaBX2G8EQ/T9jzoJkV5hI/AAAAAAAADgc/eQb3VpRt0Dc/s640/IMG_3364.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>I am a distant relative of Ralph, as we call him in the family, on my father's side. My one and only claim to fame, as it is passed down the family tree.<br /><br />The earth isn't laughing so much of late, I think. She is having a conniption fit over our lack of care and understanding and I believe she will have the last bitter laugh if we are not careful of her.<br /><br />Phytoplankton is not reproducing at an adequate rate. Phytoplankton is that microscopic stuff floating on the oceans surface which provides food for much of the marine life, and this is important, it provides about 50% of the earths oxygen. In other words, if this continues, we are screwed.<br /><br />And the beat goes on........</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/06/stuff-such.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-2185795244264156126Mon, 11 Jun 2012 18:52:00 +00002012-06-11T13:53:55.471-05:00Uh, huh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 14px;">I found this on Facebook. I'd say it rings true, and sometimes I think I can be that person.......except I have plenty of vices!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><i>The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues.&nbsp;</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">~Dame Elizabeth Taylor</span></span></div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/06/uh-huh.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-5965996490099423247Thu, 07 Jun 2012 20:36:00 +00002012-06-07T15:36:18.925-05:00On the Porch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. ~ </i>C. S. Lewis</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just because I like the quote.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls2d0HGWqIM/T9EGB4Tr0RI/AAAAAAAADe0/qrOebtEUZro/s1600/IMG_3403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls2d0HGWqIM/T9EGB4Tr0RI/AAAAAAAADe0/qrOebtEUZro/s640/IMG_3403.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1Shtw7tSqQ/T9EGNbHc4rI/AAAAAAAADfA/__LIfXulPMo/s1600/IMG_3404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1Shtw7tSqQ/T9EGNbHc4rI/AAAAAAAADfA/__LIfXulPMo/s640/IMG_3404.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7TAn_3SgSg/T9EGb9fKe7I/AAAAAAAADfI/XB4YpFDmf8A/s1600/IMG_3405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="502" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7TAn_3SgSg/T9EGb9fKe7I/AAAAAAAADfI/XB4YpFDmf8A/s640/IMG_3405.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9N9E_srfow/T9EG2Gcbj4I/AAAAAAAADfQ/gL7TUCwMfJw/s1600/IMG_3406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H9N9E_srfow/T9EG2Gcbj4I/AAAAAAAADfQ/gL7TUCwMfJw/s640/IMG_3406.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8HUk5iNr7E/T9EHGyPaq2I/AAAAAAAADfY/QnhSThf5tQw/s1600/IMG_3407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8HUk5iNr7E/T9EHGyPaq2I/AAAAAAAADfY/QnhSThf5tQw/s640/IMG_3407.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzkZaJw_YnA/T9EHPay5coI/AAAAAAAADfk/3Ksk0y5qGQ8/s1600/IMG_3408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TzkZaJw_YnA/T9EHPay5coI/AAAAAAAADfk/3Ksk0y5qGQ8/s640/IMG_3408.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqUYDa2rCT4/T9EHiK51ovI/AAAAAAAADfs/jkd9VNDJCmg/s1600/IMG_3409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqUYDa2rCT4/T9EHiK51ovI/AAAAAAAADfs/jkd9VNDJCmg/s640/IMG_3409.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57rwj49dtD0/T9EHvfql6SI/AAAAAAAADf0/IuzQZ1KMpiI/s1600/IMG_3411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57rwj49dtD0/T9EHvfql6SI/AAAAAAAADf0/IuzQZ1KMpiI/s640/IMG_3411.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Zy9oJfrlI/T9EH_LZAdAI/AAAAAAAADf8/yvemalV-Xpo/s1600/IMG_3412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="500" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Zy9oJfrlI/T9EH_LZAdAI/AAAAAAAADf8/yvemalV-Xpo/s640/IMG_3412.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyiKO2pHGB0/T9EIRhz4kNI/AAAAAAAADgE/Z1Yd0o9ZOoE/s1600/IMG_3413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyiKO2pHGB0/T9EIRhz4kNI/AAAAAAAADgE/Z1Yd0o9ZOoE/s640/IMG_3413.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4chN_ftbeI/T9EIWt4qhaI/AAAAAAAADgM/4dvJNw5L_wU/s1600/IMG_3417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4chN_ftbeI/T9EIWt4qhaI/AAAAAAAADgM/4dvJNw5L_wU/s640/IMG_3417.JPG" width="486" /></a></div>The first week of June and it is feeling like the dog days of summer. I'm feeling as if I live in the Mississippi Delta instead of near its headwater, which gives me an excuse to sit on the porch eying the crumbling, the peeling and the overgrowth without much enthusiasm.<br /><br />I've dusted off the old blog, mostly as reason to take photos again. I got out of the habit and find I want to snap the shutter, not because I aspire to be good at it, but because I don't. One thing in my life I have done simply because I enjoy it. I like the history this digital record creates, that I can browse through and remember when.<br /><br />The view from the porch changes year to year, even as it stays the same, just more so. Crumbling pots that once stood whole, gardens in bloom and then in decline, tree limbs that once sprawled are now gone from a storm. Peeling paint and freshly painted. Empty pots and blooming plantings.<br /><br />The greyhounds Jessie and Nellie become Grace. Basset Harvey morphs into Howard. I guess we cannot just go on being an ordinary, decent egg.&nbsp;</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/06/on-porch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-1972857503786082659Wed, 06 Jun 2012 17:02:00 +00002012-06-06T12:02:58.759-05:00Days of Wine and Roses<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">and peonies.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shdHeB1pJdw/T8-GyBZUkKI/AAAAAAAADdQ/ZlpcCUj7tAc/s1600/IMG_3384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shdHeB1pJdw/T8-GyBZUkKI/AAAAAAAADdQ/ZlpcCUj7tAc/s640/IMG_3384.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I waited three years for this rose to bloom. This is "Allegra", a Paul Barden rose named for my friend, Allegra Smith. This rose is as lovely as her namesake and well worth the wait.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ypkT6e6dg/T8-G960ALmI/AAAAAAAADdc/nLYQKArJ_Is/s1600/IMG_3387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ypkT6e6dg/T8-G960ALmI/AAAAAAAADdc/nLYQKArJ_Is/s640/IMG_3387.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Beautiful and vigorous, Baronne Prevost.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRog8fGM-gY/T8-HFYPX49I/AAAAAAAADdk/aiWJiO7yz6k/s1600/IMG_3388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="542" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRog8fGM-gY/T8-HFYPX49I/AAAAAAAADdk/aiWJiO7yz6k/s640/IMG_3388.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I do love peonies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yXdjtoSiV0/T8-HPpctSJI/AAAAAAAADds/eyNxMMQNlfU/s1600/IMG_3389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yXdjtoSiV0/T8-HPpctSJI/AAAAAAAADds/eyNxMMQNlfU/s640/IMG_3389.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31-sFcnWBkk/T8-HfMl7VYI/AAAAAAAADd0/hyViKo9i8Fc/s1600/IMG_3390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31-sFcnWBkk/T8-HfMl7VYI/AAAAAAAADd0/hyViKo9i8Fc/s640/IMG_3390.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;This is another Paul Barden rose, Gallicandy. It also took three years to bloom, but it has gone wild this year. Very vigorous.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBCaqaFP_HY/T8-Hxc-CyqI/AAAAAAAADd8/GY9qiJLLNcI/s1600/IMG_3391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBCaqaFP_HY/T8-Hxc-CyqI/AAAAAAAADd8/GY9qiJLLNcI/s640/IMG_3391.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkXoT21RBQU/T8-H7nHpaPI/AAAAAAAADeI/nm_d_mEAs1M/s1600/IMG_3395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkXoT21RBQU/T8-H7nHpaPI/AAAAAAAADeI/nm_d_mEAs1M/s640/IMG_3395.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Pretty in Pink</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDIARuYhymw/T8-IF-1Dl3I/AAAAAAAADeQ/qJXuq2P4ctc/s1600/IMG_3396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDIARuYhymw/T8-IF-1Dl3I/AAAAAAAADeQ/qJXuq2P4ctc/s640/IMG_3396.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCIvWQpMsW8/T8-IXwfFbEI/AAAAAAAADeY/Ixk2ECZwq1k/s1600/IMG_3399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCIvWQpMsW8/T8-IXwfFbEI/AAAAAAAADeY/Ixk2ECZwq1k/s640/IMG_3399.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOIU0wQu8QM/T8-IjLsO7QI/AAAAAAAADeg/blPIfS-oAVI/s1600/IMG_3400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOIU0wQu8QM/T8-IjLsO7QI/AAAAAAAADeg/blPIfS-oAVI/s640/IMG_3400.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I planted this rose twenty years ago and it bloomed happily for about ten years and then stopped. I left it because I was so busy I couldn't deal with it and basically ignored it. Two weeks ago I told Mark I wanted to put a chain around it and pull it out. When I walked over to it, there were buds. Could have knocked me over! I love the large, peony-like blooms of this old timer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROekM_mH2zk/T8-Ir0sIviI/AAAAAAAADeo/nDm-sHgVSMo/s1600/IMG_3401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROekM_mH2zk/T8-Ir0sIviI/AAAAAAAADeo/nDm-sHgVSMo/s640/IMG_3401.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer is in full-swing, I'm busy on the farm chasing my tail. Hopefully the sun is shining where you are.</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/06/days-of-wine-and-roses.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-120022136150903554Fri, 06 Apr 2012 13:43:00 +00002012-04-06T08:43:05.037-05:00Don't Know Who Said It........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Humility is the foundation of humanity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think this is worth a thought.</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/04/dont-know-who-said-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-6384921917150181404Fri, 09 Mar 2012 18:36:00 +00002012-03-19T11:42:50.463-05:00Can You Give Me a First<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, 'sans serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"></span></div><h1 class="title" id="page-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #b31b3b; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 1.6em; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"> FIRST AMENDMENT</h1><div class="region clear-block" id="main-content" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="node node-type-constitution" id="node-9333" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="node-inner" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="content" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"> AMENDMENT I</h2><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="text-align: center;">Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWnBNjunx0/T1o3Fbv0gaI/AAAAAAAADc0/cdg8cXsRkOU/s1600/talking+heads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOWnBNjunx0/T1o3Fbv0gaI/AAAAAAAADc0/cdg8cXsRkOU/s400/talking+heads.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Have you noticed the rightwing noise machine references the First Amendment every time one of their own says something repulsive? As a defense for ignorant speech being called to task by society, freedom of speech gets pulled out of the little grab bag of tricks by the lineup.<br /><br />I wonder, where were they during their junior high school civics class? Is it just me, or does it seems no one in America understands what the First Amendment is? That the purpose is to protect the people from the power of the government. The government is not allowed to pick you up and send you to a gulag because you call the president a pinko, nazi, communist, secret muslim, terrorist, Kenyon infiltrator, radical, magic negro who is turning America into a European Welfare State. That is freedom of speech, the freedom from your government shutting your speech down by shutting you in a cell.<br /><br />Freedom of speech does not carry through to anything else. You and I may indeed say anything we want, short of "Fire" in a crowded building, but we are not free from repercussion if what we say is not met with approval. Whether it is someone hanging up the phone on you or advertisers dropping a radio host like the bloated gasbag that he is, there are consequences to actions. Try telling your employer he is an ass and see how far freedom of speech takes you.<br /><br />The amazing number of newly minted constitutional experts which have shown up in the past couple of years should be making my heart go pitter-pat. Alas, not so much. It would be fair to say the only part of the First that gets much attention from these shining examples of American Exceptionalism is the misguided interpretation of free speech. The rest of it is of no use to them, as it can be disruptive to their cause and disturb the closely held belief that the Founders were Tea Party types. Not the Boston version.<br /><br />Give a good, brand new Constitutionalist a Second and a Tenth with a dash of First and you've got yourself a deal, good buddy: America, rightwing style.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/03/can-you-give-me-first.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-7959151349874052302Thu, 08 Mar 2012 16:05:00 +00002012-03-08T10:05:10.469-06:00Grace, Sofa & Pillow Talk, Sort Of<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">YOU SAY WHAT?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKVV-W5WON8/T1i2h4_at8I/AAAAAAAADcc/eyad__riF6w/s1600/IMG_3276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKVV-W5WON8/T1i2h4_at8I/AAAAAAAADcc/eyad__riF6w/s640/IMG_3276.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No more days and nights of greyhound glory on the most comfortable place in the house?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UhD3nYDouk/T1i7ULcZULI/AAAAAAAADck/cyj9l76jnAI/s1600/IMG_3270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UhD3nYDouk/T1i7ULcZULI/AAAAAAAADck/cyj9l76jnAI/s640/IMG_3270.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Never mind. Disaster averted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXRXJUB5xi8/T1jS_9TVxqI/AAAAAAAADcs/WwgdQhZDXe4/s1600/IMG_3278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXRXJUB5xi8/T1jS_9TVxqI/AAAAAAAADcs/WwgdQhZDXe4/s640/IMG_3278.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Sometimes I think Gracie is treated like the redheaded stepchild. Howard is outgoing, always present and he loves the camera. Gracie is reserved and off doing her own thing, which often includes barking, so Howard ends up being center stage. My animals sometimes allow me to understand human behavior better, to realize why we often end up the people we become. As a child, I was Grace. Being Grace as a child felt isolating and unacknowledged. Being Grace as an adult gives me the freedom to be reserved and off doing my own thing, which often includes barking, figuratively speaking!<br /><br /><br /></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/03/grace-sofa-pillow-talk-sort-of.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-6686821259127161142Tue, 06 Mar 2012 18:07:00 +00002012-04-01T21:36:43.560-05:00Phooey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have very poor vision, which has not been helped by this thing we off-handedly call "getting older". So this is from my bad-eyed perspective: I hate the new word verification. I spend longer trying to get a comment published than I do reading the whole damn post. Then try writing a comment, only to be confronted by that squiggled, illegible nonsense to have it posted. Over &amp; over.<br /><br />I want to comment but I am saying that all I am going to give it is one attempt, maybe two, from hereon.<br /><br />Okay, got that off my chest. Have a lovely day, I'm going to spread my sunshine around somewhere else......</div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/03/phooey.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-7053351674671176385Wed, 29 Feb 2012 17:19:00 +00002012-02-29T11:19:46.073-06:00Nature's Way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Howard is not impressed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-QNt5kAZjA/T05YWKz_FmI/AAAAAAAADbU/ig1SaDWB3YU/s1600/IMG_3247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-QNt5kAZjA/T05YWKz_FmI/AAAAAAAADbU/ig1SaDWB3YU/s640/IMG_3247.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Rain yesterday, followed by about 6 inches of heavy, wet snow</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZTNLZy1t4A/T05YgZA3q1I/AAAAAAAADbc/uq0OlX9A5PY/s1600/IMG_3248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZTNLZy1t4A/T05YgZA3q1I/AAAAAAAADbc/uq0OlX9A5PY/s640/IMG_3248.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Trees are weighed down</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KjVCeFl50mA/T05YxCAncdI/AAAAAAAADbk/capaPe8Bb1M/s1600/IMG_3249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KjVCeFl50mA/T05YxCAncdI/AAAAAAAADbk/capaPe8Bb1M/s640/IMG_3249.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Nature's tree trimming service</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hsu8mglV30/T05ZAj-wE4I/AAAAAAAADbs/iHd2tvbepZ0/s1600/IMG_3251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hsu8mglV30/T05ZAj-wE4I/AAAAAAAADbs/iHd2tvbepZ0/s640/IMG_3251.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Bucolic scene</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYwx3fISPgI/T05ZJboQHoI/AAAAAAAADb0/QOGosB4Qaag/s1600/IMG_3252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYwx3fISPgI/T05ZJboQHoI/AAAAAAAADb0/QOGosB4Qaag/s640/IMG_3252.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Large limbs everywhere</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-rM0HQRJtw/T05ZWsL_ySI/AAAAAAAADb8/nXX5zpv1Yho/s1600/IMG_3253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-rM0HQRJtw/T05ZWsL_ySI/AAAAAAAADb8/nXX5zpv1Yho/s640/IMG_3253.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Large part of a tree</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4AVcsEZ66Y/T05ZrdQfKYI/AAAAAAAADcE/zKIdyh5J2s4/s1600/IMG_3254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4AVcsEZ66Y/T05ZrdQfKYI/AAAAAAAADcE/zKIdyh5J2s4/s640/IMG_3254.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Solemn&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_eWTA7JaW0/T05Z5h9S7cI/AAAAAAAADcM/IDqvzQTPPCE/s1600/IMG_3255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_eWTA7JaW0/T05Z5h9S7cI/AAAAAAAADcM/IDqvzQTPPCE/s640/IMG_3255.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Lovely</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65iZPSqTJtM/T05aHsPBWeI/AAAAAAAADcU/YfLsQb21P34/s1600/IMG_3256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65iZPSqTJtM/T05aHsPBWeI/AAAAAAAADcU/YfLsQb21P34/s640/IMG_3256.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a snowless winter. This is the first time I plowed this season. This snow made a huge mess. Trees and limbs are down everywhere. The power was out this AM, but I got my coffee due to a gas stove and a pestle &amp; mortar to grind my beans. I knew that thing would come in handy!</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/02/natures-way.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638850181807914586.post-2491316910966565261Mon, 27 Feb 2012 16:22:00 +00002012-02-27T10:22:03.196-06:00Keeping With a Theme<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Peach Clafouti</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9KTBdtFRNc/T0usp4yPa5I/AAAAAAAADbM/EJJOvuIcins/s1600/IMG_3244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9KTBdtFRNc/T0usp4yPa5I/AAAAAAAADbM/EJJOvuIcins/s640/IMG_3244.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just 'cause it's pretty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had time on my hands yesterday. Not so much today, but I do have something good to eat.</div></div>http://worldsendfarmthisandthat.blogspot.com/2012/02/keeping-with-theme.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sandra)4